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Valtyrr was anxious as he waited in line, hating to be out in the open like this, so exposed. It would be so easy for another to attack him right now, so his crimson eyes darted from left to right, then he'd quickly look back then forward, doing it all over again in a circuit that made it look like he had some kind of nervous tick.

He was too used to always watching his back, too used to having a wall to one side so that he only had to watch for enemies coming from a single direction. Here without a wall to stay backed up against, he felt nervous, sure he was going to be attacked at any moment. It was because of his job in society he was such a nervous person.

From a young age his father had trained him to be an Assassin, a killing machine fine tuned to do one job and one job only, and no one could question his control. When he was young it had been obvious to his family exactly what he would do when he was older. He could still remember when it had became obvious at what an excellent killer he would be when he was older.

At the time he had only been eight years old, such a young age for a Drow when one could live for hundreds of years. A cousin had come to visit, a man that he had immediately not liked. He had watched as his crimson eyes followed the young serving boys around, often touching them when he thought no one was looking. The young Valtyrr had been made to bring out a tray of food to this man he had never met before. As he was leaving the cousin had reached out and touched him innapropriately on the a**.

His hand hand flown out in one quick instant to defend himself from this Drow's touch. He had hit the man so hard and so fast that he'd pushed the bones of his nose straight back into his brain, killing him with one strike. One woman had scream, another had fainted. From there he was instantly put into training. He would train on prisoners whose deaths were already decreed, or sevants who could easily be replaced. Every day he would practice.

He learned his own speed and his own powerful force. He learned the angle, position, and intensity of a killing blow versus a maiming blow. He learned how to disarm a man and how to break his leg, how to twist his arm so severely that he would stop struggling and beg for release. He learned how to fight with a sword and with knives and daggers. He was so fast and focused, so creative, he could find a way to beat a man senseless with both arms tied to his sides. Such was the skill of a Drow with the natural ability to kill.

It was because of this natural ability that he was so often hired by Houses who needed a Drow killed quickly and silently. Often he was hired to scout ahead of raiding parties to kill or knock out all men or women who came before him. In his wake he would leave a trail of dead or unconscious Drow. He didn't enjoy killing, but he did what he must to survive. It was only by accident he had killed his cousin; back then he hadn't been in control of his power, but now he possessed all control in the world. He now stood in line for a possible job interview, waiting to see whether or not he would be hired, curious to see if the Drow doing the interviews would recognize a natural killer such as himself.

When the female left her tent, his crimson eyes quickly focused on her intently. Without thinking they automatically sized her up, debating what kind of opponent she would be. She was much smaller than him, that was obvious, and she had sickly looking yellow eyes, but from what he could see she was a healthy specimen, so it was probably a natural coloration rather than a sign that she was sick or unhealthy.

It was possible that she was good at magic, but he couldn't tell that about her just by look alone. Most females chose classes that dealt with magic, typically not choosing anything to do with handling swords and the like. For some reason it was almost always the women that were good with magic and weaving spells, the men stronger and better with swords and hand-to-hand combat. That didn't mean a male could ever expect to defeat a female, most could cripple you severely with a single word.

When she spoke, her voice was strong, and he couldn't help but notice her pause for a moment and look up and down his nearly naked body. He preferred to wear the least amount of clothing as possible, he found it was much easier to move smoothly and quietly without them. His upper half he wore nothing but belts that crossed his muscular chest, then a blue cloth belt around his waist. As for his pants he wore tight black leather that moved fluidly with his body, and stuck tightly to his muscular thighs and a**. It felt almost as if he was naked, which suited him just fine.

After a short moment she seemed to remember what she had been talking about and finished her sentence. A few of the males left the line quickly after he statement, but the color of her eyes didn't really bother him whatsoever. Before now he had met Drow with blue and green eyes, and on rare accounts violet ones. Once a long time ago he had even met a Drow with lilac skin and black hair, the only female like that he had ever come across. Seeing that no one had the balls to step forward, he followed her into the tent and bowed deeply to the female.

"I am called Valytrr, part of no House my lady," he said, his voice deep and seductive, making sure that he never looked her directly into the eyes as was respectful to females, even the lowest of them being higher than him. "I do not mind your eyes, my lady, but I do fear them, as I should fear any female with such beauty and power such as yourself. I think you will find that I am exactly what you are looking for."

The male did as he was told and sat in front of her, the chairs almost close enough that their legs were touching, his knees just inches from her own. He could easily feel the heat of her body from their proximity, not letting the shiver escape him that wanted to set itself loose. They had only just met, but the attraction between them was palpable, and he wouldn't object to her jumping his bones right this instant.

When she told him to look up, and he felt her hand on his chin tracing burning lines of fire, he raised his eyes slowly to her own, the heat between them growing hotter as they locked gazes. His crimson eyes were smoldering as they watched her, the color like liquid blood that was being heated by an open flame. Her eyes were almost gold in color, and he found that he couldn't look away from them, almost as if he was in some kind of trance.

As she spoke he shook his head slowly, suddenly free from her hypnotic stare. Never before had a female spoken to him almost as if he was an equal, they treated him more often as a slave to be used just as they pleased. He wasn't used to being able to look a woman directly in the eyes like this, and he found that he quite liked it. "I apologize for looking away m'lady, I was only being respectful towards such a strong and beautiful woman such as yourself."

He knew that the two of them were flirting quite heavy, but he just couldn't resist the temptation, especially when she was complimenting his body like this. It was exactly for reasons like this that he trained so intensely, so that his body would always be in top condition; plus it didn't hurt that females were almost immediately attracted to him, and knowing that they were made him quite cocky at times.

"My skills," he said pausing for a moment, thinking of how to speak of himself without sounding like he was too cocky or that he was bragging, it would make a very bad first impression. "My skills are strong indeed, m'lady Chavi Kenwlyn, but I feel that I would better be able to show you them rather than speak of them. Give me ten of your best fighters, and I will defeat all of them without a single scratch to my person. I am not so good magic, but well enough that I can cloak myself so fully that I can almost become invisible, a skill that is needed for one such as myself, an Assassin."

"I would not hurt them m'lady, I know how to make a man unconscious without any harm to them other than a bad headache when they awake. But it is good that you care so much for your men, that is a good quality of leadership, that you care for others just as much as you care for yourself. I accept the challege though, and I would love to meet your corp." He bowed his head in thanks, sure that so far he was making a good impression on her and that everything was going quite well. Perhaps he would get the job, and along the way have fun with this beautiful female.

"You got that correct m'lady," he said nodding again. "I prefer to work with my hands, for I am very skilled with them. I can work with anything from swords and daggers, to bows and arrows or even staffs, though I do prefer my dagger." He pulled out a large hunting knife from a blue belt around his waist, and held it out for her to inspect. "This blade belonged to my father, and I have had it for over one hundred years now. I call my blade Krusmos, after my father. It was his final gift to me before he died, and it is my most valued possession." He quickly put the dagger back on the strap located on his belt before someone walked in and thought he was threatening her with it.

"M'lady, you have a twin sister?" he asked intrigued, rising to stand with her. With her face so close he was tempted to lean in and steal a kiss, but he was sure that wouldn't be taken so well despite how well things were going between them. Most females seemed calm and collected, almost kind at times, but he knew on the inside they could be animalistic savages that would strike out any opposition. Taking a kiss without her permission would be a very stupid thing to do, especially since they had only just met. "I will gladly meet her, especially if she is as gorgeous as her sister, and it would be an honor to meet the rest of your corp."

He followed her through the streets of the Glimmersea easily, not making a single sound as he moved because he was so used to having to be completely and utterly silent while on a job. Easily he kept right behind her, almost wanting to put a hand on her lower back so that he wouldn't accidentally lose her within the crowd, but he wasn't sure if she would take that very well. If anything she'd probably curse him or something in the same category. In a matriarchal society such as this one, men were nothing to most women, they were naught but slaves that could easily be replaced, and she probably thought the same thing of him.

"Ah, Darvu, that is quite a nice name. Darvu and Chavi, they fit well together. I don't have any siblings myself," he admitted with a shrug. "My parents spent all of their free time training me for what I do today. I brought in most of the money to our House, while they stayed home and scheduled appointments for me in places where I was needed. I didn't mind; I was good at what I did, and I'm clean, very clean and efficient. Not once has something ever led back to me or my current employer. Officials go looking all around for the Assassin that came out of nowhere, but I've never been found."

For a while he was happy to walk with her in a comfortable silence, not really feeling the need to fill the entire time with talking. The silences didn't feel at all awkward to him, so he was fine with just walking with her. He only brought stuff up that he thought she mite need to know for future references, such as where he came from and just how good he was at doing what he did. "I understand the needs for security though, it is sometimes very hard to keep things strictly within one House, things always seem to get out despite how hard you try to not let them. With me you would never have to worry about that m'lady, I don't crack under torture, though in the bedroom that's a different story," he finished with a chuckle.

"Of course not, I have slept in much worse conditions than a tent. Sleeping in a tent would be like a luxury to me, so you need not worry about me being comfortable. I also find that sleeping in a less comfortable place makes it easier to wake up more quickly, and to be on alert at all times. Nonetheless, I would be just as vigilant if I had a comfortable mat to sleep on." As they continued to walk her followed her silently, simply enjoying her company. When she decided to speak again, if listened to her every word intently, simply enjoying the sound of her voice.

"Ah, I'm sure your Matron was very disappointed when she had more boys than she did girls. My Matron was never one for rising within the ranks, or trying to gain our House some renown. She was quite content where we were, as well as with the money that I was bringing in multiple times a month whenever I successfully completed a job." Valtyrr was quite surprised when conversation came so easily between the two of them. Typically when he talked to a female he was constantly on edge, like he was walking around on broken egg shells and constantly had to watch where he stepped foot.

He chuckled though when she commented on his remark about the bedroom, curious it see was serious about that. When she motioned at the guards then mentioned that they had a uniform code he slightly frowned. "I will wear a uniform if that is what you wish m'lady, though I honestly prefer what I'm wearing now." It wasn't just because it showed off his muscular body quite well that he liked his current clothing, but the lack of clothing let him have a much wider range of motion. The fabric clung to every nook and cranny of his body like a second skin, and at times he forgot that he was wearing anything at all.